My Personal War on Christmas

jenifleur | November 29, 2007

Warning: I AM the scrooge. Take one part flu, one part exhaustion, ten parts of delivering the results of CYBER FUCKING MONDAY, add a dash of assholes and garnish with billions of catalogs. Mix well and serve to a postie. Suggested appetizer: budget cuts. I have one more fucking day of it NOT BEING DECEMBER [...]

Blogjam

jenifleur | November 26, 2007

Blogjam: [blahg jaam] -noun, 1. Phenomenon nearly always experienced in November due to NaMoBloPo when many people decide for some reason they will post daily throughout the month, causing a serious backup in your RSS aggregator. 2. The feeling you get upon logging onto your computer after being on vacation, being sick, experiencing a loss [...]

Holiday, Celebrate

jenifleur | November 15, 2007

Today is the day! The third best holiday of the year. I wish I could take the day off to celebrate properly, but perhaps I’ll make it home in time to whip out a cake to honor it. Surely you haven’t forgotten what day it is! Today, November 15, is National Bundt Pan Day! Mmmmmmm, [...]

Hi! Bye!

jenifleur | November 14, 2007

Yeah, so I went missing. Didn’t even notice, did you? I have little to nothing to show for it, either since I’ve done the last two peeries on Bauhaus probably four times now due to color mistakes. I could pretend that it means I’ve now memorized the chart but the whole reason I had to [...]

Breathe Out the Idiots, Breathe in the Fiber

jenifleur | November 6, 2007

The blue didn’t work. What the hell is going on in the world lately? It seems like there’s an outbreak of melodrama lately and I’m not talking just about my life, but also the lives of my friends from coast to coast. Is it National Petty Drama Awareness Month or something? What color is the [...]

The Calm Blue See

jenifleur | November 1, 2007

I never showed you my blue/brown yarn that I plied up: The brown was one of those multicolored tops and was merino/mohair. The blue was Ashland Bay merino/silk. I actually shouldn’t be showing this like it’s a finished thing because, well, it’s not. That’s half of it. I still have to finish spinning the blue [...]